Multifandom Poetry Fest 2024

[minutia_r]

Welcome to the eighth annual Multifandom Poetry Fest, a prompt fest for poetry for all fandoms! Have fun, and feel free to promote it on your journal/community/tumblr/discord server/whatever if you want. You can copy the code in this box wherever HTML applies:

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Rules

1) Leave a prompt in the form of fandom, characters or relationships, prompt. If you don’t want to specify the fandom or characters, you can say "any." One prompt per comment. Leave as many prompts as you like.

2) Reply to other people’s prompts with poems. The poems can be any length or form, or no form. Quality isn’t important--the point is to have fun, not to produce deathless works of art. (Any deathless works of art produced are just a bonus.)

FAQ

Q: I want to write a sonnet/haiku/villanelle/limerick, but I’m not sure how it goes.

A: You can find a good list of poetic forms and their structures here.

Q: Can I write fills without leaving any prompts, or leave prompts without writing any fills?

A: Go ahead!

Q: I want to fill a prompt, but someone else has already filled it.

A: That’s okay, prompts can be filled multiple times.

Q: I want to write explicit erotica, or a poem with potentially disturbing themes, or a poem that spoils recent installments of canon (or make a prompt for the same). Is that okay, and what sort of content do I need to warn for?

A: Sure, that's fine. Warnings are considerate and appreciated, but they're also up to the discretion of the individual poster. Consider this a warnings-optional space and read at your own risk accordingly.

Q: Are the fills I write considered to be gifts to the prompter?

A: Only if you and the prompter want them to be! Otherwise feel free to treat the prompt simply as inspiration.

Q: Can I prompt/write original works?

A: Original works are a fandom! If you want, you can specify genre and character types while prompting, like so: original fantasy setting, female elf/female orc, next time I won't miss.

Q: I want to participate, but I don't have a dreamwidth account/I'm shy.

A: That's okay--anonymous posting is on.

Q: How long is the fest going to be running for?

A: Currently, I don't have any plans to close this post to comments--I figure we'll keep going until everyone gets bored and wanders off. I reserve the right to change my mind, though.

Q: Is there a collection on AO3 where I can post my poems?

A: Right here.

Q: I want to participate, but I suck at writing poetry.

A: Aww, you’re probably not as bad as you think. But even if you are, it really doesn’t matter--like I said, the main point is to have fun.

Comments

[minutia_r]

Dungeon Meshi, Chilchuck Tims, half-foot union songs

[minutia_r]

SVSS, Shen Qingqiu (either or both), phoenix

[minutia_r]

Area X, the biologist/her husband, that one urn by Clay Pigeon Pottery

[ilthit]

Community, Britta Perry, iambic pentameter but wrong

[ourswordsmeandeath]

Any, Any, Scars and their tales

[ilthit]

Your pre-established original setting, any character, memories of water

The Untamed, Wen Qing (& Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian)

[minutia_r]

This is a love story.
Blood is my ink—
A scalpel my brush—
The rising, curved, and falling stroke,
The ebb and flow of qi—
Your flesh is the paper on which I write the tale.
In long years to come,
You'll trace your ridged scars:
A script you can't read.
You're not meant to know.
This is a story I'll take to my grave.

[minutia_r]

I was born to drown
And everywhere I walk
Water fills my lungs
The depths fill my eyes.
You made me to be your death
And I will be.
Everything you have
Everything you are—
I will take it all.
And you will be lost beneath the waves,
Forgotten.

(companion piece to this)

[anneapocalypse]

FFXIV, Urianger, prophecy

[anneapocalypse]

Dragon Age, poetry from any non-human culture (Dalish, dwarven, Qunari, etc!)

Re: The Untamed, Wen Qing (& Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian)

[ilthit]

❤️

[ilthit]

🥲

[dariaw]

The Originals, Klaus/any unrelated male or Elijah/any unrelated male or Marcel/any unrelated male (TVD crossovers fine), the taste of your blood on my lips

[dariaw]

The Good Place, team, Jason writes poems of love or appreciation to all his friends

[dariaw]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison or Eliot/Hardison/Parker, warrior poet

[dariaw]

Chicago PD, Jay/Dante, eyes

[dariaw]

Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles or Almost Human or Futurama, poem written by a cyborg/robot/android

Scars-intended asThe Originals but could be any fandom w/ immortal/magical healing character

[dariaw]

there should be one
right there

at the side of the chest

another by the arm, inches above the wrist

plenty on the back
and stomach
and legs

battle used to be brutal like that
(still is)

there should be a thousand little scars
for a thousand little stories
a thousand little failures
a thousand little losses

they have all been silenced by your skin,
like brittle pages fallen from a book
like leaves, dried up, that crumble with age,
gone forever

except

that you always remember the sound of making them
for centuries, you dream of the sound

Re: The Untamed, Wen Qing (& Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian)

[minutia_r]

Awww, thank you!

[minutia_r]

Thanks, I'm glad you like it!

[sasheneskywalker]

DC comics, Jason Todd, pouring his feelings about his death, resurrection, and Bruce into a poem

[lumiosecity]

What does it mean, really?
To come back—
And to come back wrong, at that?

Is such a thing even possible?
You’re still you, in the end.

Changed, of course.
Grave dirt under your nails,
Ash lingering on your tongue.

The anger overtakes,
Burning.
Burning.
Burning.

But you’re still you.
All you’ve ever done is burn bright, after all.
You’re just as you were.
Just as you are.
Just as you always will be.

It’s the people around you that have changed.

You’re not a little bird anymore—
No hollow bones,
No sitting pretty in the nest,
No flight.
No magic.

You grow up.
You never got to grow up.
Both are true,
Neither are true,
And you are set ablaze.

You’re a memory, a shroud, an echo.
And memories don’t grow.
They don’t change.
They don’t taste blood and ash and earth.

But you have— even if you are still you.
A blurry photograph, a fractured glass case,
A pedestal, a shrine, a memorial.
Those aren’t you.

You’re still you.

But there’s no space for you in a memory, is there?
Unyielding, unchanging as they are.
If you don’t fit the image, then—

Then you came back wrong, didn’t you?
That’s what they say.

You’re not a songbird anymore.
You can’t sing—
You don’t have a voice.

But you can still make them listen.
You’ve always burned bright, after all.

You’re still you, in the end.

[lumiosecity]

Batman: The Animated Series, Bruce Wayne (optional: & Harley Quinn), "I had a bad day once."

[lumiosecity]

Batman: The Animated Series, Harley Quinn, a madwoman's love song

[nuh_s]

____I remember
when I was Sarah
__Before the sea
____took me into
__its many arms
_I remember the
___Great Grass
__________Sea
___and thought
_that dirt was
__all there is
___but the sea
_the ocean and
All that within
___took me held
_____me close &
___taught me in
_its endless deep


(Based on a short story I wrote here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35756356 . Trying to get a wavy effect with the underscores.)